Page 31 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)
Cassidy wasn’tjust a girlanymore, and that was ruining everything for me. I was starting to feel things for her, and more than a few times I was ready to call off the bet I’d made with the guys. I’d already slept with her anyway, but no one knew yet. That wager loomed over my head now, and now more than ever I didn’t want the news getting back to her.
“All right. This pitch is ready to go,” Cassidy said cheerfully. “I’ll do a proofread tomorrow, and we can check this off our list until it’s a few days before we have to present.” How could she be cheerful at this hour? It was practically the middle of the night.
“Awesome.”
“So all that’s left is our summary assessment of how we rate our pitch performance, and the final write-up.”
“You’ve got to leave me something to do too.”
“I don’t mind. Plus you gave us a great head start.”
“Still, how about you send me a copy of everything, and I’ll start on the final write-up now. After the pitch all we’ll need to do is add the assessment.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Okay,” she said hesitantly. “Give me two seconds, and I’ll email it all now.”
When she was finished, she logged off her laptop and got to her feet. “All set. We should probably call it a night.”
“Yeah. Long day.”
“We got a lot done,” she said, placing a supportive hand on my shoulder. “And you look so beat right now. Get home and make sure you sleep.”
There was that concern for me again. I had planned to use this convenient partnership to get her alone to finally get her where I wanted her, but I got something more than just a piece of ass. I never thought it would feel this good to know that someone was genuinely concerned about me.
“Yeah, I need to do that. Thanks for waiting up tonight. We’re in the home stretch now with this project.”
“Pretty much,” she agreed, about to turn to show me the door.
I couldn’t leave like this, so I didn’t, opting to grip her tiny bare waist and pull her to stand between my legs. My eyes didn’t leave hers as my hands slid up under her tank top along her sides until I was cupping each breast over her bra. She didn’t stop me either, but closed her eyes and started running her hands through my hair. My hands reached around to her back and unclasped her bra, and Cassidy pulled it off with her tank top, exposing her perky breasts and soft pink nipples.
I was about to tug those short shorts off her body, spread her out on the bed and finally feast on her center when my phone rang. I should have ignored it, given the time, but I knew that ring tone. It was my brother, Shawn.
“I’ve got to take this,” I apologized, reaching into my pants pocket as she found her top and put it back on. I held a finger up to my lips before I answered to let her know I needed it to be quiet while I took the call. She didn’t seem to mind.
“Your timing sucks ass, Shawn. This had better be an emergency. What’s up?”
